Category: Writings

Loneliness/poem share by MwsR

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Loneliness is atrocious,

What it does not take from you,

It taunts you with…

“look at those people with their sacred other”

“You don’t  deserve that, you know”,

It often says that, when you are feeling so very low.

It walks hand in hand with others like

The forgotten, the meek, the wounded in spirit.

Solitariness makes a person  different on the inside

While working to denude us of any other person

It puts a shield around us,

We can  become abject in a crowd.

Normal situations make us unquiet at best.

Being lonely for a long time,

Will make a person feel like they are in dire straights,

Like they are capitulating the idea of true fulfilled happiness.

Lonely is no place to be,

I don’t want it, even if I make a friend out of a tree.

MwsR ❤

 

 

Heaven”—Is What I Cannot Reach!/Poem share/by Emily Dickinson

“Heaven”—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—”He aven” is—to Me!

The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
There—Paradise—is found!

Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—
The credulous—decoy—
Enamored—of the Conjuror—
That spurned us—Yesterday!

Emily Dickinson

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Broken/ Poem by MwsR

Often times I see people down on their luck, or people who feel so frustrated with their life, that they need someone to notice and lend them some help or word of encouragement. I know that all too often this life can be hard, it can be tough and we have to pick our own selves up sometimes, because frankly, no one else really will or maybe they can’t.

Letting ourselves be human, letting ourselves have bad days is just living life. It is okay to feel sad, sometimes, just don’t stay sad forever.

The key is to believe there will be better days, there is someone who will love you and understand you.

Give life and people a chance.

Michelle ❤

 

 

 

 

Twisted and still struggling

Trying to find just where I really am at in this life

Sometimes I cry because it is so frustrating

Yet I carry on,

First one day , then another

There are times when I feel I am just holding on,

I crawl if I have to

Pretend to be just fine

But others cannot open me up and look on the inside

They get what I portray

Often time it drives them away

No help do they offer

Even if they could help I think it would just vanish as soon as it came

Why does this feel like a game, always

I know they mean well, yet they sometimes come off wrong

I think trying to understand what their true intentions are is hard

Hopeless I continue, why is that?

I must admit there is not much satisfaction

Gah, I feel so very tired, yet I want to live

I want to know what it is that I think I am going to miss.

Okay, maybe I am just fooling myself

Maybe there is no right only wrong with me,

I think somewhere I quit believing in what I could not see

I think sometimes I am just broken

I want to trust,

I want to feel

I want to be happy , for real.

It is me who isn’t letting these things happen,

Me, who is lost and who knows maybe I don’t know how to be found

Who cares what I want,

Who cares anymore when I cry.

They think I should just get over things

Let by gones pass on by.

Wow, when I re-read what I  write

I know that I am broken, that is a definite, not a “might”.

But aren’t we all broken?

Don’t we all lose ourselves while trying to stick things out

Trying to go forward in the hardship, despite the hardship

I think it is true.

I think feeling broken, means life has been true.

True to every reaction for every action

Broken does not mean you don’t function

It does not mean you are not good.

But will anyone else know that?

Will anyone look beyond your exterior to see all that?

That is left up to interpretation…

MwsR ❤

 

Stay For a While/ poem share

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STAY For A While

The sky can turn dark

Just like a person’s  heart.

The eyes can get damaged looking for blue.

Even if there, it still seems to be true.

Excitement can be fading

Just like a story sometimes does when it keeps replaying.

To think too much about that person gives that person too much power

That’s not how anyone wants  it to be, even if it means being belittled or having to cower.

If we were meant to get damaged looking for joy

There would be so many damaged and nothing left to enjoy.

When searching, search for consistency

Then there will be no mystery.

In looking above, remember your footing

It is there that is important.

Try to look around as well

Remember  it’s not the journey but how well you can tell

What truly makes you smile

And will actually stay for a while.

If only/What if/Going back/Forward by MwsR

Somewhere between wants and wishes, between good and bad…It appears something was lost.

Missing the opportunity or that  hidden meaning it would seem.

Sometimes thinking “If a chance was to come to start over”, but then it would mean losing all that is held dear. All the things that was learnt or found out or felt would be lost if someone’s life started over.

Try not to get caught up in “what might have been” or the blame game or better yet the “if only”. You’ll spend much-needed  energy on it. Afterwards, you will realize sometimes things can’t be changed back to before.

Move forward…despite criticism, despite nay-sayers, despite mistakes made.

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Thunder and Lightning/ poem share

imageShe was never fond of thunder

Loved lightning only from a far distance

Yet he was like both thunder and lightning.

Strong and poignant

Reckless and sure

His love  became her cure.

Only one thing would light up her heart.

It had been him right from the start.

More passionate than tame

He was the fire to her flame.

Inhibited with him she’d be

Even giving up her chance to be free.

It was him and her

The ultimate “we”,

Until that summer late January.

He was on his way to work

He cut his wrist, the blood started to squirt.

He had played with his knife on many of days,

Maybe he shouldn’t of drifted in the way

The semi didn’t see him in time

He lost control and then jack knifed.

The impact was hard as stone

From the lips of a cop, she was suddenly alone.

No more thunder,

No lighting bolts asunder

She couldn’t find her own strength anymore,

Instead she just collapsed upon the floor.

She lost her heart and then her life

If only, he hadn’t opened his knife!

MwsR ❤

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Place With No Faces/Poem share by MwsR

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once there was an active place

despite the fact, no one saw another’s face

it really did not seem to matter

everyone seemed crazy, like the Mad Hatter

working away in blindness without a face

inhabited by a special race

it did not matter, it was their normal

although normal was strangely a slight

curious why no one had their sight?

so everyone would be equal

no falsehood, no pretense at all

crazy was their normal, they were free

normal was because they really could not see

what a peculiar but equal place to be

 

Daily/poem share,MwsR

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Like feet beating down

I feel constant pressure always,circling around

Like taking care of a lot of folks

That should really be something in a passing joke

It is hard enough taking care of me

I find no comfort or self release.

Wicked obsession with getting things done

Have rooted me down and  made it all so cumbersome.

The logical way to alleviate this

Is I must require, no I must insist

That others take it upon their own self

To work out their issues, that cause them distress.

I cannot be their “puppet” anymore

I see myself headed towards a one way door.

Their reckless shurking of daily chores

Gives me often, so much more.

It isn’t my deal, nor is it really fair

I don’t want to despair

I still care,

But I need release of the daily tasks,

I wish someone else would get off their a**.